It takes me by the mind
Walking in kingdoms that are not mine
Wanting things
That are not useful
As I pine for all
And crave everything
My empty hands grasping
Picking at the stitches
That sew everything together
Neatly
Moth chewed holes in the fabric
Of the pattern
Leaving trails behind me as I search for what matters
Making excuses
Finding
Other uses
Repurposing
Reusing
The experiences of one life
So shallow
We must return
Again and again
Before it sinks in
A thousand years of information
And we are still useless
Consuming
Endless pollution
When all we need
Is inside
Already provided
In the Fibonacci spirals
Or out tree trunk minds
